The sounds of a game,
An American way of life,
Bring to each heart,
A feeling of flight.To
feel a part.
An experience or two,
Of a game that brings together,
People from every venue.
Tried and true fans,
Of
a ball and a stick,
Sit in the bleachers,
And look up quick.
A ball from a foul.
A bad play by a hitter.
Comes
out from no where,
You'd swear they pitched a spitter!
To sit in the stands.
In the sun or the rain,
With cotton
candy clouds,
For baseball you'd do anything.
You scream at the ump!
A bad call,
A missed play,
What could be
worse?
Maybe a two hour rain delay!
Fans sing in the stands,
Clouds circle together,
Filling the sky,
Looks
like bad weather
Holding your bobble head Saint,
Chanting with thunder,
Baseball is,
A magical spell you're under.
Soaked
through and through,
Chilled to the bone.
Never having,
Second thoughts of heading for home.
A faint glimmer?
A
clearing?
You're soaked and cheering!
The game will resume,
What a fantastic feeling!
Those very cold raindrops,
Are
all disappearing.
The players step back up to the plate,
There's no doubt about it,
This is going to be great.
The
stands start to fill,
With a thunderous cheer!
There's a chance,
This game won't last till next year!
The pitcher
throws hard.
The hitter is steady.
No matter the call,
You're going to be ready!